Ziggy feels those jagged places in his spirit, touches them gently. As if on instinct his spirit twists with them, looking for ways to mend them, stitch them back together like fabric. He's not even exactly conscious of it, but his spirit is looking to heal his partner even if it must use some of its own energy. Ziggy will recharge over time.


"Does that mean you're my prince charming?" Ziggy teases quietly. "I love you and I am here for you no matter what you need."